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An out-of-India meal at the Well Paper Café. Hummus, bean burger, greek salad, and two gluttons (not depicted). From the looks of it, our visit to Auroville is as much about fattening up before a road diet of dosa and sambar as it is about visiting the community.
The rumors are true. Good food to be found in Auroville. And much of it is organic to boot!
Last rava dosa at Sangheetas, our local in Chennai.
I keep wanting to take photos of the mung dal and roti that was our diet over the last month. I remember while I'm waiting for the food to come. But once I see the waiter with his arms full coming towards our table, my mind goes blank. It goes blank like when someone shakes your hand and you don't process - not even one bit - when they said their name. I guess you can say every time I get that plate, I'm starving. Ahhh, the Indian vegetarian diet does keep you in survival mode.
Don't throw those away. They are very auspicious.
GalleryGoing back to green
We are back in this incredible world of green, enjoying the month of May in Connecticut. So hello, US of A. The natural world is just exploding here, and it's almost like I've never noticed it before. I don't think that can be possible, but I also don't think we could have found a more complete polar opposite to the India we left (for the moment). We are here for about a month, just long enough to take a first icy dip in the pool and watch the buds blossom and give way to produce. View Gallery »
Daily ritual: chopping veggies.
I've been thinking about cutting - and cutting - a lot lately with my grandmother, Patti. Every morning I rise at six, do my meditation, some yoga, and drink my coffee. Then I set up two pillows as a seat to get myself to "cutting" level at the table. Out come the cutting boards, kitchen knives - for Patti, a well-worn one - and for myself, a small, disposable purple ceramic blade. She assembles the proper stainless bowls, all miraculously fitting the ingredient perfectly once it's cut and placed inside. Then she peels squash, removes the strings on peas, chops the ends of okra, and takes the skin off potatoes. She instructs me on how to cut - this way for rasam, that way for dal; this way for subji, that way for topping upma. Everything has a cut.... View Post »
Daily ritual: Coconut water. We try and drink coconut water once a day, to stave off the heat exhaustion. After our morning walk in the park, we visit our favorite coconut vendor - he always gives us sweet ones. He lops off the top and carefully whittles it down with an exceptionally sharp knife (for Indian standards, anyways), until it's tender enough to be pierced through with a common kitchen knife. We go home, cut some crude triangles, and glug, glug out comes that wonderful sweet water. Here are our little empties. What, you thought coconut water came in plastic juice box container? Hah, that's cute.
I love how in any environment, if you look to the foods that grow there, you will generally find something that is good for surviving there. Coconuts are a perfect example. Not only ... View Post »
We traveled to the local sweet shops Nagrik and Krishna Sweets today to get my brother an edible souvenir. That also meant buying a whole basket of other sweets and snacks that we'll need to eat before they spoil in the heat. What?! The samples we tried were just so good.
Matt has been diligently sampling all manner of sugar and milk since our arrival. There are so many sweet shops in Bombay to choose from, but many of them don't go through their products fast enough to keep them fresh. Knowing where to go can be the difference between a melt-in-you-mouth milk treat and a hard, gritty piece of something that tastes like old butter.
In such a social culture, people are always stopping by each other's homes for chai, snacks, dinners, celebrations, etc and bringing little gifts. And ... View Post »